Poetry

A Wonderful Dream

That spark, that moment,

That pounding heart.

My breath is taken from me.

I cannot believe this is real,

It feels like a wonderful dream.

Forget all the pain and sorrow,

Forget all the hardship and hurt.

My heart is whole once more.

This life has lost all reality,

It feels like a wonderful dream.

This moment came from nowhere,

Like lightning in a blue sky.

My stomach is jumping again.

All sense in this world is lost,

It feels like a wonderful dream.

I hold on now, so tight,

For fear of losing this moment.

All I can think of is you.

I cannot believe this is real,

It feels like a wonderful dream. 

Poetry

With a Wink and a Smile

With a wink and a smile you had me,

A certainty this is pure, and true.

Where is the pain and the heartache,

That my heart has so long waded through?

Can this be the life I’ve dreamed of?

Can you be the one mate of my soul?

Can this be the life I’ve dreamed of?

When my heart comes together, so whole.

Questions, answers, problems and solutions,

Seem trivial as I get lost in your eyes.

And though I could never have foreseen your coming,

Somehow it is no surprise.

With a wink and a smile you had me,

A certainty this is pure, and true.

Yet if I feel so certain,

Then why do I still wonder, do you?

The Magic and the Beauty

The world before me alight

With such a yellow twinge.

No imaginable level of brightness

Does it any justice at all.

I sit and I stare

And I allow it engulf me.

For this moment nothing

Can corrupt its perfection.

There is nothing else

But beauty and magic.

Only clarity in this time

As I bathe in the glory.

The colours which surround me

Open my eyes to my blindness.

I have missed so much

In my digressions past.

Come share this with me

As I deserve it not.

It belongs to us all

So let us not waste a drop.

Dusk

Dusk is a time of beauty,

Full of intrigue, potential, and grey.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

It’s a wondrous time of day.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

Full of unanswered questions, and problems.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

Day and night in conflict.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

Full of you, and me, and love.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

As we stare at the sky above.

Dusk is a time of beauty,

So won’t you join me, and adore it.

Back from the Brink

Blinded by all the lights, my eyes

Adjust to city life.

For so long in the shadows,

Twenty-four hours of night.

It took the intervention of an angel,

For me to pull myself up.

She came, she went, I came again,

My slump it has come unstuck.

The new world comes into focus,

As if I’ve come back to life.

The rebirth has come not a moment too soon,

I had almost drifted out of sight.

But here I am, my eyes

Open wide and clear.

And now I may be up to the challenge,

For in truth I have nothing to fear.

Let Hope Not Expire

So many moments gone,

Wasted in self-deprication.

Time I cannot retrieve

Shall haunt me until the end.

Regret this I must,

But linger on it I shan’t.

For I cannot bear to miss

Another beautiful second.

Time makes fools of all,

Trapped in self-righteous grandeur.

Now is the time for change

And live not just exist.

Snatch hope with both hands,

Lest it escapes forever.

Poetry

Life Eternal

With every step we walk together,

Our paths aligned; side-by-side.

Forever connected through blood, and love,

In our hearts forever alive.

With every thought we dream together,

Transfixed by a world less cruel.

And though your presence is no more,

Your soul can never diminish.

With every breath we breathe together,

Our hearts beat forever as one. 

Poetry

Here and There

Effortlessly she glides, here and there,

She moves as if lighter than the air.

Spellbound I cannot take my eyes away

From the beauty, and the sheer purity

Which eminates from her every pore.

 

I long for her to see, to notice, to engage,

Yet nothing but grace surrounds her.

She could stumble, and fall, and still

She would be mesmeric in the way

She carries herself, here and there.

 

Why, oh why must she surround my

Every waking thought. My dreams, my nightmares,

All engorged in my lust for her exquisite form.

The way the sun illuminates her skin,

Her beauty reflected, here and there.

 

And Everywhere. She is everything, yet at the

Same time she is nothing. A mere memory,

And nothing more. Oh how I love her.

 

Oh how I miss her. Her beauty blows me away still,

Yet it is no longer before me. Though it will

Linger always, here and there.  

Love’s Epitaph

Love’s face is everywhere.

I see it in every single thing.

Every moment it transcends emotion,

And becomes a real, physical entity.

 

It is the smile of a mother.

It is the glint in a husband’s eyes.

Every moment it manifests itself,

In the inspiring brilliance of humanity.

 

But then there is heartache.

And then there is you.

Every moment the memory of your love,

Haunts my heart and soul.

 

Love’s face is everywhere.

I cannot escape its grasp.

Every moment its power engulfs me,

And I drown in a sea of despair.

 

Love’s face is everywhere.

Stuck Eternally On You

Your scent is everywhere.

Haunting my every step,

The sorrow is kept on the surface.

All that is beautiful, and fair,

My mind connects with all

Which is evident in you.

 My thoughts rarely wander far,

From all I know of you.

Love, care, purity at heart,

Intrinsic in all you do.

So how will I progress from here?

Ideas, not even a few.

So where will I progress from here?

I have not even a clue. 

Who Knows

Smile. Just for a moment.

Don’t be so closed off. Don’t be so you.

Open your heart to the world

And who knows the joys you can find.

 

Cry. Just for a moment.

Don’t bottle it all up. Expose it.

Let loose your fears and who knows,

You might even learn to laugh.

 

Smile. Just for a moment.

Don’t carry the weight of the world. Relinquish it.

Tell a stranger your biggest secret

And who knows what freedom you’ll find.

 

Cry. Just for a moment.

Don’t regret your mistakes. Embrace them.

For even if you leave, who knows,

The memories might keep me warm.

 

 



Poetry

Repressed Dreams

Everything surrounds me,

In the depths, and the darkness I cower,

In fear of being found.

I would open my eyes,

If only I could dream of something,

Anything at all worth believing.

But I merely hold on,

As judgement devours talent, and dreams.

And I forget to live. 

The Surge of the River

Oh watch as the woes come and go,

See the tortured souls.

Witnesses all are we to nothing,

But suffering, and pain, and greed.

Here see the pursuers of grandeur,

See the deception ooze.

I long for the flood of rebellion,

To wash it all away.

Oh watch how they feed off our dreams,

See the shattered lives.

Tears of the people will start the surge,

That shall drown the roots of evil.

Here see a world rejoice together,

See the evil writhe.

A world I dream will one day blossom,

From this seed of despicable hate.  

Poetry

Paradise Cove

That stunning sandy cove,

Swallowed whole by the raging tide.

For hours it remains only as memory,

Gone, but not lost, just missing.

The pull of the moon shifts,

And mercifully the tide retreats.

The scourge of the sea abates,

A secluded paradise, reborn.

Never is beauty safe,

But always is it present.

Waiting to be escape its oppressor,

Longing to be cherished, and nurtured. 

Still There is Hope

We are on the road to failure,

But we are as of yet not doomed.

Hidden behind the agenda of the elite,

Are the working class heroes in waiting.

Stand up, come on, let your voices be heard,

Get up and fight for your rights.

This is the moment, clear as day,

Here lies the future at your feet.

This is it.

The time has come for action,

No longer are words enough.

History must ever repeat itself,

Lest we forget who we are.

Stand up, come on, let your voices be heard,

Get up and fight for your rights.

Finally enough is simply enough,

The past has come to the fore.

This is it.  

Poetry

The Day Of The Dead

Gone are the days of smiles,

All washed away in a wave

Of despair and cruel heartache.

Never to be seen again.

Now not but frowns remain,

The detritus of human nature

Swarming around us like locusts.

Filling the air with hate.

Damned are the souls of the living,

Come is the day of the dead. 

I Miss You

 My purpose is lost to me.

No matter how hard I try to open my eyes, and see,

I cannot. I open my heart.

All around me my happiness slips through my fingers.

I am me; and no matter how hard

I try I can be nothing else.

I wish that this could be enough.

But only truth my heart does teach.

I see the person I wish to become,

But I simply cannot reach.

So close my future passes by my grasp.

And though I seem to feel the happiness ahead,

It has fallen beyond the horizon.

Smiles pass me by on the streets outside.

But far from warm my heart, instead

All I feel is loss.

My love, my dear, there you are.

Why don’t you turn my way?

I miss you more than words can tell,

Though I see you every day.